Who We Are(The Outsiders Fanfiction)

60| "Shit That Hurt."

<Skyler's POV>

My breath turns white in the cold air of the February night. Dallas pulls me along to watch our friends. With our fingers tangled together we watch our friends climb up the ladder up onto the roof. "Ready?" Steve yells down. We all woot and then he jumps on the trash bin top and slides down the snow covered roof. Screams of exhilaration erupt from our mouths, but none are louder then Steve's himself as his "sled" flies of the roof onto the piled up snow. A giant white puff comes up from around Steve and we all burst out laughing. He emerges from the snow and raises his trash top in the air. We all scream happily as the next person goes and then the next. Once almost everyone has gone I put my hand in the air. "Alright you lot, let me show you how it's done!" I shout happily. Dallas grabs my wrist.

"Maybe I should go with you, cause of the babies and all," he mumbles as everyone responds my screaming happily to my remark. I nod and smile. I swipe the trash can top from Steve and punch his shoulder playfully. He smiles as his arm holds Lena tightly to his hip. Dallas climbs up the ladder behind me and makes a remark about my tight jeans that makes my giggle. I place the top on the roof tiles and situate misled in between Dallas's legs. "Ready?" He whispers. I nod slowly and he stops holding the makeshift sled to the roof. We slide quickly down the roof's slope and when we make it of the edge I scream happily. The feeling of the wind running through my short hair and through the slits in my shirt, and the tips in my jeans makes me feel all crisp inside. Eventually though we hit the ground with a thump and the sled runs right into Chris and Soda. They clutch each other as the sled hits their ankles, causing them to collapse on top of us. We all about happily. Chris's hair get at caught in my mouth and I find my hand somehow in Soda's leather jacket pocket. Dallas is squished beneath us cough and trying to suck in some air that isn't infected with Chris's curls or Soda's flannel. I push Chris off of me and get up myself. Soda pulls himself off of Dally who continues to breathe heavily on the ground. I lean over Dally and smirk.

"Aren't you happy you came with me?" I ask, my voice dripping in sarcasm. He groans and raises a hand.

"Oh can it and help me up," he demands kindly. I smiles and take his hand. When I pull up he pulls down, causing me to collapse on him. My head is caught in the neck and my arms on either side of his shoulders. Our breathing mixes together and I look deep into his beautiful cold eyes. He lifts his head and brings his lips to mine. I suck on his bottom lips gently and my hands move to his jaw. We kiss in the midst of our friends and the snow storm. When we pull away I keep my eyes closed.

"I love you Dallas," I whisper to him. My eyes pop open slowly and meet his.

"I love you too Skyler Elizabeth," Dallas confirms. I smile once again and kiss his jaw quickly before getting up. He gets up with my, grunting loudly. His hands put pressure on his back. "Shit that hurt," he complains as our friends suggest we go inside now.

Going inside wasn't our best idea. There is more booze and louder music. And tables, lots of tables. I don't even know what the song is but I'll be damned if there is a song more crazy. I swing my hips around as the music numbs me. Dallas stands behind me drinking. Of course I don't have anything to drink but right now I am like Soda. Drunk on life. Everyone dances around the table we are on as the babies sleep in the nursery. I see flashes every now and then signaling that Darry has broken out the camera. This was supposed to be Tibby's birthday party but we kind of took over.

Dallas and I look into each other's eyes. My arms are laid limply over his shoulders, his hands a little low on my waist. I can feel his drunk breath on my face, but it doesn't affect me in the slightest. I get lost in the tunnels that lead into his soul and turn into a null void. Right up until suddenly Dallas is pulled from me and replaced by two girls. Chris who is as drunk on life as I am and Lena who is actually hammered. Lena towers over both of us even though the three of us are all wearing heels. Chris and I can't compete with her long muscular legs. We all sway to the music as the boys drink and sing along around us. My eyes catch some clothing on the floor. Dallas and Darry have lost their tee shirts and the thin pieces of fabric now lay limply on the ground. The two muscular young men flex their muscles as they dance and I can't complain. Sweat pours off of all of us. I bite my lip as I watch the sweat make Dallas's ungreased hairs stick flat to his forehead. How each droplet falls off of each bulging an muscle. My own short hair sticks to my neck, tangling in the clasp of my necklace.

When I look to Lena I notice the lack of a shirt. She is wearing only her tights, shorts, and lacey, stringy, burgundy bralette. Chris's short dress threatens to be hiked up even higher, teasing Soda's daring, prying eyes. Lena, Chris, and I rub against each other as we dance, shouting the lyrics and watching Lena take a swig of beer every now and then. My heel tips off the table. My whole body spins and I feel face first into Dallas's grasp. I press up against his sweaty torso with my pregnant belly and bring my lips to his. The taste of alcohol lingers in his mouth and I dare to take it all in. It gets very heated, very fast. Next thing I now we are on the couch as the commotion continues around us. My shirt is halfway up, our shoes are kicked off. Dally's hands get caught in my short, damp, wavy hair as my hands trail up his back. I have my knees pulled up to his waist, straddling his hips. My thighs grip his sides as he begins to leave kisses down my neck and over my chest. Tiny sighs emerge from my lips involuntarily. Out of the corner of my eye I see everyone start to jump around more. Chris hops off the table and stumbles back onto us. Dallas grunts and I am crushed under the weight of the Winston siblings. My pregnant belly is squashed and I push the two young people off of me and take a deep labored breath. Chris squeals as she hits the ground and Dallas just growls. He is passed out cold. Two-But jumps on the side table next to the couch and tells something I don't quite catch before dumping the bottle of vodka over him. Drenching him in the clear liquid.

Only now do I remember Pony and Johnny are probably somewhere smoking a cigarette, trying to ignore our immature acts. Somehow I end up by Lena and kiss the shirtless girl straight on the mouth. It was short and meaningless, but fun and exhilarating. I notice Steve and Two-Bit are gone and get worried. God only knows what those two are doing. Lena shouts something I don't catch and walks away with a bottle full of beer raised above her head. Soda walks over to me and we dance together casually to the fast paced music. Soon I see Steve and Two out of the corner of my eyes. Each boy is holding a child. Steve with Tibby and Two-Bit with Josh laying in his arms. At first it is cute and then I remember how drunk they are and see what they are doing. The boys are jumping around and dancing with the babies. Soda and I see what is happening before it take place and we run to the boys. Just as the babies slip from their grasps I slide on the ground on my back and catch my little girl. My breathing is to fast and it's getting hard for me to catch my breath. Thanks lung cancer. I look to my right and see Soda is standing up with an unharmed Josh in his arms. Steve lends me a hand and I take it. Once I am stood up I slap him across the face and we both start laughing. It's never funny in the moment but afterwards when you really think into what happened it becomes the funniest thing in the world. Soda takes Tibby as well as Josh and puts the two back to bed since I am way to out of it.

I can't say I'm not glad when everyone finally passed out somewhere in the house. Because by the end of the night my whole body is sore and my head is pounding from the loud music that is now turned off. Dallas became conscious again soon enough and we walked to our bedroom together after checking on Tibby.

Dallas and I both hit the bed with a thump and a groan. What were we thinking? "Skyler?"

"Yes Dallas?" I answer breathing out heavily.

"Promise me we never do that again ever," he demands. I sigh and nod quickly.

"Agreed."

A/N I don't even know. Writers block is a bitch. You have no idea how long it is taking me to write WWA chapters. Don't know what's going to happen after this chapter. We will get there when we get there.

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